Ode to my beloved sister

thCAP4HOOQ 

Everything is everything

but everything is fine
depressing hard lessons
my confectionist pretext…

Her divine love is above a heavy head
learn again to think with my heart
peep rear views & UN blindfold memories
blood drivin’ in mud leaves it’s leathery mark

Sensory sunshine
my flex capacitor just got blown apart
sometimes I start cryin’…

Bent from the depth
of last breath & caressing
death just a theft
inside laws of possession…
b
ut I have her
and she’s mine

Sc-Fi caffeine steam
like tea that’s been steeped
deep loves heat
defeats Delorian machines

Libyan bugs climb behind
pines to complete a 187
bazookas blaze Hill valley cemetery signs

 1955 +51 years…
But a dream
can turn out just fine…

my hands in with Lauren
for its my GOD that through death
my baby girl unfurled
that sweet thang still alive…

But…
I miss how she pissed Brian off
when we still had her in this world…

Random time machines
I couldn’t count its cost
one plus point twenty
a single jigga
all its divided… 

No sum described  figures
Watt was never lost…

I smile crying cause
I can’t even deny
you bring back
“Damn that girl ate up all the grape jelly”
your voice’s reverberations
of Welches gr
ape scraped on the jar
mixed with
“This is for Da’ Bourbons and the Cadillac’s”

Any sign of Seville…
cryogenic chilled flex capacitors
wont bring it back
her smile
Master P or Brian’s Jam…

I’m feeling fine because
the sum of my love…
it’s right here
its right where I am…

But I miss her
and sometimes can’t hold drops back
until I picture my best buddy
my baby sister pb& j
Suburban’s & candy painted Cadillac’s.

It ain’t nothing bout some skin
it’s just a literal kinda
kiss from within…

But,
I miss how smart You are…

I hold you in every way I can
but these tears you see on me
they’re of joy my sister
its love Undestroyed…

I can’t get her back y’all
No increment of mother earth
not
all of her kisses
how we lost her…

Could ever convey the current
in a sea of grape jelly
not her worth
no currency equates
the grief of what it cost her…

her dreams were wishes
a
life’s sweet memories offer kisses
and as I tap these keys
I’m pleased to know
that I never even lost her
I still have my little princess
yet miss her more
than eyes can show©

Daddy Sad, son shine mad

I’m burdened
hurting from deep under my skin
like the furnace dwelling 3826
keep yelling’ shit  four fu*#ing floors
my skin & conscience cannot black out
a burning inside walls
where Michael blew his brains out
where you despite ironic lotto winnings
from the words
words of a phonographs broken
removes skin for unspoken within
where I went and what you’ve been
I’M HURTIN’ !!!
although I flirt with what’s burning me up
I’ve grown up watching the tenors
prepare for the band
drug ridden gun spit in the son that you have
from beginning  spinning clocks
oiled glocks from grand daddy
still know that I glow
I know joy cause you have me
expect just neglect that I’ll hang up and grin
just lying alone a child grown from its sin
Violin starts to Rosin
the climax I know
remember in darkness
necessitation shadowed your show
every scar that we carry a tear is your token
thermostat  in the home
like our home that is broken
smiling kids turn sad bids
streets that did seem to listen
it burdens to hurt a good person
in patriarchal  contrition
whom takes sorrow WITH me
cause of you I’m devoid of loves healing nutrition
because of you its a sin
fu#@ing hurts to lash out
in pity’s revenge
pushing beautiful friends out
Did you know or take notice
that I’m not all that strong
violin made immune
just consumed with that song
what we lose from this pity
just forced to be strong
amiss the position
a place to belong

I love you.- A ©

Don’t EVER feel all alone.

One thing that’s dope, realization faith based placation like “hold on,be strong…& one step closer, narrowing the gap…one without baseball bats,but gats held by big skerred chillins.. hittin’  home runs, all fuckin day, no lights, been jacked. What rights give inspiration UN remembering GODS people?
I wanna remind you, In this time of struggle, stolen or elusive unrealistic dreams…. Feel neglected, feel let down. Please, feel unrest with gluttony, like here in front is where we would be, slam fuckin boots, you & me. Deficits defy our youth,filled with want. While eluding undiluted truth amid divided lines, freedoms spirit, representation of all but proof.
You misuse our America, disrupting REAL winners, while grinning sinners begin to get within…a mutha fucka, a cat that’s just too tired.
They misuse our unity, we trust in UN just, mother fuckers don’t deserve…
Our  drop deposited souls in 33rd, on a street named division, tear drops amass 1 half…the future cement.
NEWT circumvents WE. Division of our souls, without FDIC by a cast of dummys, aggregate called our dreams, while Lajuan lost his brother  divided by schemes. So fucking meaningless…For illusions of money.

They call it the “US”…amiss to forget… Is that how they do?Synonymous like trust, equiponderate to OUR love & companionship? Equal to like ME & YOU… US, same exact shit?? that name is …sorry, made immoral by these assholes petulantce. 

Feel abused and unthought of by hollow political  greed. But

Don’t inflict self injuries, not for them…

Don’t feel by yourself.

Driven by the livin  given by magazines… pvc misinterpretations in tragic “beauty” queens. Like feeding dreams to be a part of a scene nicer or better…than you & me. Don’t unlove You.

Refuse to dismantle  every pay stub or fear… of a parent beside them, self choked by her fear. Gave birth, epidermis now clammy & pale… turn sadness to gladness . Mom or daddy exhailed… without ease,  photosynthesized by solid gold criticized by dominoes effected by the players, diseased by purveyors of Babylons greed.

Don’t look down, refuse to
submit, keep you, keep what we got, un amid politicians invisible bullshit.

But please, In ugly times without the rhymes…

DO NOT EVER FEEL ALL ALONE!
. Not In this, we are beautiful, you are absolutely… Just fine..

but don’t feel ashamed & alone

While more tears drop,unrest develops…

Sam’s’ cops need rabies shots fighting  righteous pilots… of lil bigs like the good peeps in this nation. Even lead laced sleeping beauties, resort to the violence…Please survive its temptation…. more from head, thoughts of real gold… GODS LOVE preservation …Its them, don’t demean them…I look in your mirror, and I just love you, outta bed, broke of the money that tears it apart at the seam, if your feeling worthless,

UNDO,

Still dream of freedom,turn love anew..good needs preservation, in myself, Inside You.  1love!  ©